Hang Me Up To Dry

Careless in our summer clothes, splashing around in the muck and the mire
Careless in our summer clothes, splashing around in the muck and the mire

Fell asleep with stains, caked deep in the knees (what a pain)

Now hang me up to dry
You wrung me out too, too, too many times
Now hang me up to dry
I'm pearly like the whites wh-whites of your eyes

All mixed up in the wash
Hot water bleeding our colors
All mixed up in the wash
Hot water bleeding our colors

Now hang me up to dry
You wrung me out too, too, too many times
Now hang me up to dry
I'm pearly like the whites wh-whites of your eyes

Now hang me up to dry
You wrung me out too, too, too many times
Now hang me up to dry
I'm pearly like the whites wh-whites of your eyes

Hang Me Up To Dry - Cold War Kids

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I feel all washed out and drained. Since night before last (I think? I'm not s'hot with time right now.), I've had to look at a lot that I'd locked away so damn tight and tiptoed around as quietly as I could. It's time to clean out, I guess. I also need a distraction. I've made a few mistakes in the past few weeks, I guess. Anyway, I found this in the depths of my computer while I was looking for something else. Kind of fits right now, I guess, and since I drew it, I decided to upload it with some depressing song lyrics (the ones that inspired it, actually) and write some bs down here at the bottom. How sentimental and completely lazy of me -_- At least I'm trying to make my emotions tangible? No clue, people.